I met her years ago. I was alone, The night caught me, hunting for. Beams of red lights no need to cross, I felt so fine when she spoke, Laughing of everything I Said, Played, stayed hooked I met her years ago so lonely. I met her years ago so long before the ice melted down I was about to let her into my occasional boredom. Then summer came between the lonley eyes and the moon that slowly set By the way you don’t need to follow. It slowly came to mind that what ever I was doing Young Merry will pull me to the 1970s. I can not handle this desire, I don’t care what she'll do to me… So turn the music on, now don’t you ever leave please don’t you go. I said I'm yours but she was had to go… As winter slips by my muddy boots falls of my elegance stays out I notice her nipples become a warm shelter Two figures undressing And making an excellent waste of their time. As summer slips by my sandals are worn out I notice her body become a cool shelter So we laid on the grass And make an excellent waste of our time. I met her years ago, glowing in the truth Met her years ago I felt like something new. Living for the day standing at the doorway No flowers no coffee there is just one more thing oh babe Before you go Touch me, f*** me.
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